I spoke too soon. After the relative euphoria of Saturday morning, I had a late lunch that didn’t sit well with me and after leftover soup for dinner, I was violently ill, per usual. I don’t know if it was the spice or cauliflower in the soup or the coconut in the zucchini fritters (I think coconut might be one of my triggers). It could also have been the hard boiled eggs I had at lunch. This is the second time that I was ill after eating hard boiled eggs. I really hope egg isn’t to blame because it’s my only breakfast repertoire.
It could have also been that I ate too much fat throughout the day. I am re-examining how much fat I really am eating with each meal. My gallbladder may not be able to handle it.
I had eggs this morning and felt fine, although still recovering from last night’s issue. I then had to skip lunch as we went to a child’s birthday party with no compliant food. Well that isn’t totally true, I did munch on veggie sticks, but without protein and fat options available, I wasn’t sure if I should load up.
When it came time for dinner I was starving, as you can see by the portions on my plate above. This recipe was another winner, Pork Tenderloin with Pears and Butternut Squash from PaleoLeap. I had some pork escalopes on hand from the farm (our source of locally-pastured meat) so I used those instead of tenderloin. Also, the butternut squash part called for apples, but I only had hubby’s sweet ones on hand and decided not to use them. This was a good call, as both hubby and I agreed the addition of the apples would have made the entire dish too sweet. As it was, the butternut squash was silky and slightly sweet from cinnamon and just divine. I served it with black kale I needed to get out of the fridge cooked in bacon fat and a bit of ghee.
I can’t believe tomorrow is Day 15. I’m still having to educate everyone around me that this isn’t a diet, this is a way of life. Hubby keeps saying, “when your 30 days are up, there’s this pizza place I want to try,” or similar missives. I keep having to remind him that this isn’t just 30 days to goof off -- it is to eliminate things from my diet that might be affecting my health and my pain level. So pizza made in a shop will likely be out of the question. It will definitely be a balance to remain clean without forcing the hubby into a state of resentment. I guess I need to start reading up on re-entry!